immured to a dreamland where you run
rampant; let me confess one thing...

imminent like the blossoming of night-jasmines,
my tongue is ripe with music, my heart pulsates...

i tremble, my heart is not as steady as yours;
i'm steadfast in my devotion to you...

the sky lightens with your touch, i’m left...
you set fire to most things, are you aware of...

parched are the lips that recite your poetry –
your words demand everything to take flight...

my tongue, a honeycomb ripening
in June’s light, my words take flight...

sheath your gaze –
i have no response for your tiger eyes...

your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...

where dreams unfurl in the veil of moonlight –
you are there, blossoming like night-jasmines...

with an elephant’s hunger,
i yearn for the light that...

on the nights where my eyes gorge on you,
a banquet of star-matter, where my belly...

cradled between your amber irises,
between the streaks of fiery red and...